The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 939

When Leopold walked in, the scene before him stopped him dead in his tracks.

There was Percival, shirtless and blushing furiously, sprawled on the couch while Vivienne, with eyes sparkling with mischief, was pointing her smartphone at him like she was about to devour him whole.

Leopold was dumbfounded.

He had only been gone for what, ten minutes? And things had escalated this quickly?

The room was buzzing with an energy that was both electric and slightly scandalous.

The unexpected interruption clearly didn't sit well with Vivienne, who shot Leopold a glare sharp enough to cut, "Out!"

Leopold, taken aback and with every wild thought fleeing his mind except for self-preservation, stammered, "Uh, Vivienne, I saw nothing, really. Just came to drop off the car keys..."

With that, he tossed the keys towards the entryway and made a hasty retreat, not even bothering to close the door properly.

Once outside, he took a deep breath.

Trust Vivienne to be involved in something he hadn't even dreamed of.

Poor Percival, though. In Vivienne's clutches, he was practically a goner.

After snapping a few pics, Vivienne put down her phone and picked up a cotton swab to tend to the scrapes on Percival's arms and shoulders.

Once she was done, she let out a sigh and finally voiced her concerns, "Mr. Wolf, it looks like our wedding might need to be postponed."

Percival turned to face her, "Your dad still not on board?"

Vivienne grimaced, "It's not just my dad this time. My four uncles too. They want to throw a big bash. My mom's wedding was a surprise to them, and now, they want to make sure they're fully prepared for ours."

Percival thought for a moment, then pulled her into a hug, "I understand."

Feeling his strong heartbeat, Vivienne nestled closer, "You're so understanding, Mr. Wolf."

Percival stroked her hair, his eyes filled with affection, "My understanding is all for you."

"But leave the wedding plans to me. I'll meet your dad and your uncles' demands, but we're not changing our date."

Vivienne looked up in surprise, "You think you can convince them?"

"There's always a way."

Percival tapped her nose gently, "I've dealt with tougher crowds than your brothers. Your uncles won't be a problem."

Vivienne, now intrigued, couldn't help but look forward to it, "Well, you better be prepared, Mr. Wolf."

Maybe it was the comfort of Mr. Wolf's couch, or just being by his side, but Vivienne soon drifted off to sleep.

Waking up, she saw dusk had settled outside.

Percival had prepared dinner, laid out on the coffee table, complete with four dishes, a soup, and a palm-sized strawberry cheesecake.

"Come on, have some food."

Vivienne obediently sat down, reaching for the cake first, only for Percival to hand her a fork, "Eat dinner first."

Unable to get to the cake immediately, Vivienne felt as if there were ants crawling in her heart, "Mr. Wolf, you're getting stingy. This cake's too small for my appetite."

Percival sighed, "Eating too much cream at night isn't good for you."

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, "Fine, tomorrow I want a cheesecake twice this size."

Percival laughed and nodded, "Alright."

Then, with a deep look, he asked, "Staying over tonight?"

Vivienne paused, then decided, "Better not. I don't want your house to be one room short."

Percival, "..."